He got convinced of this, and summoned all his strength to shout in return.

The light kept moving up and down on the shore, not a hundred yards off.

His fear vanished; they were no longer alone.

The first moment that the tide suffered any one to reach them they would be rescued.

His mind grew calm again, and he determined to hold up for Russell's sake until help should come; and every now and then, to make it feel less lonely, he answered the shouts which came from the friendly voices in the fitful pauses of the storm.
But Dr.Rowlands and Montagu paced up and down, and the master soothed the boy's fears, and talked to him so kindly, so gently, that Montagu began to wonder if this really could be the awful head-master, whose warm strong hand he was grasping, and who was comforting him as a father might.